Nothing less, love is the best
I know all the advice about investing in property, whether you intend to live in it or not, is to avoid getting emotional.
But if it wasn’t for the emotional attachment we form to bricks and mortar, I doubt whether so many homes would be as beautiful as they are.
I’ve been watching our neighbours trying to breathe life back into an old house that had been neglected for so long, I thought there was little option but to demolish it.
Each weekend they turn up, armed with power tools and a packed lunch and launch themselves at the various tasks with energy and good humour.
And slowly, the place has gone from an “enter at your own risk” candidate for the bulldozer to the grand old dame that has been sleeping for so long.
With half of Sydney under construction at the moment, I must admit listening to power tools running into Saturday afternoon started to get to me one weekend and I popped around to see how much longer they expected to continue.
After apologising for the noise, they were keen to show me their progress so far and, against my better judgment, I found myself falling for their old house.
Where the floors had more bounce than a trampoline, the foundations had been restumped. Where cracks large enough to get a maxed-out credit card into had been, the walls have been repaired, smoothed over and painted.
As each room revealed its charms, our neighbours ran through what their plans were, their faces lighting up with ideas for timber windows and traditional ceiling roses.
And while there’s value in bringing a house up to a comfortable state, it’s hard to see why you would go to so much time and effort unless you loved the place.
So much for emotional detachment.